I came to Foothill only partially out of choice. My sister, who is 7 years older than me, had gone to Foothill and returned reporting a good run. So of course, I was lottery’d into here, and you can guess the outcome. My mother was so thankful, she cried in public (it was horribly embarrassing) so there was no way I couldn’t want to go. Well, I hate sports anyway.
So obviously, I was in Foothill Technology Highschool now. I had no other choice. It’s not like I wanted to go to a different school, but now that I look back on it, I could have put up a fight for a different school. But I didn’t, because I sort of didn’t want to. My first day was a little terrifying. I kept checking my binder because it had all my classes on it. Not even once did I actually put it in my bag. It got easier on the second day.
Every day got a little easier to handle, until I was comfortable. Orientation was an alien experience for me, and I felt isolated, until a girl pointed at my bag and asked me if I was a fan of the series it was from. A new friend had already arrived to me. With this I felt more welcomed and decided Foothill was where I belonged.
Six weeks into school, I feel good. I’m happy with my teachers and friends, though there is no escape from a feeling of loneliness when I don’t know where my friends are at lunch. Luckily, I have clubs I can go to, so I can find them myself! Now only Mondays shall hold friendless lunches. I wore my cosplay to Club Rush and I got only one or two odd looks! That should be enough proof that this school really is the one for me.
So obviously, I was in Foothill Technology Highschool now. I had no other choice. It’s not like I wanted to go to a different school, but now that I look back on it, I could have put up a fight for a different school. But I didn’t, because I sort of didn’t want to. My first day was a little terrifying. I kept checking my binder because it had all my classes on it. Not even once did I actually put it in my bag. It got easier on the second day.
Every day got a little easier to handle, until I was comfortable. Orientation was an alien experience for me, and I felt isolated, until a girl pointed at my bag and asked me if I was a fan of the series it was from. A new friend had already arrived to me. With this I felt more welcomed and decided Foothill was where I belonged.
Six weeks into school, I feel good. I’m happy with my teachers and friends, though there is no escape from a feeling of loneliness when I don’t know where my friends are at lunch. Luckily, I have clubs I can go to, so I can find them myself! Now only Mondays shall hold friendless lunches. I wore my cosplay to Club Rush and I got only one or two odd looks! That should be enough proof that this school really is the one for me.